My Taoist companion is a little fox

In the inn, Chen Ding in the three-person team was in a hurry, and opened the window to look out from time to time: "Why haven't you come back yet?"

The night sky was quiet, and he looked back at the other two, incarnate as a hundred thousand whys: "Brother, how is Chunshan?"

Zhan Qiubai meditated with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, with a peaceful expression: "It's biting me."

"Is Junior Brother still devouring your spiritual power?!"

"No." Zhan sighed with a paralyzed face, "It should be because I hate my breath instinctively, and bit my breath."

Chen Ding sighed, came to the side of the bed and stretched out his hand: "Why don't you, brother, let me see Chunshan, you have a rest."

"No need." Zhan Qiubai tilted his head, just as the head of the little green snake emerged from the skirt of his clothes, biting the side of his neck gently.

Chen Ding felt his neck was cold, but the sufferer himself was expressionless and looked at him calmly: "Chen Ding, what do you want to do after we arrive in Penglai?"

"Help Chunshan find his biological father."

"I mean, after it's all over."

"Then it's naturally returning to the teacher's door..." Chen Ding was stunned, a little anxious, "Brother, what do you mean?"

Zhan Qiubai was about to answer when the little green snake's fangs buried all of his neck, and the sudden severe pain made him tilt his head: "Hiss—"

Chen Ding hurried forward and pinched the snake's body to make the little guy let go: "It's bleeding!"

"It's okay." Zhan Qiubai calmly wiped the wound on his side neck and cast a spell to repair it. He stretched out his hand to draw back the little snake that Chen Ding was pinching on his fingertips. Seeing it coiled on the back of his hand and spitting out the snake letter, he laughed softly. Voice.

At this time, the sound of "duk tuk" came from the window sill, Chen Ding was startled, and hurriedly ran to open the window: "Both of you are back?!"

However, outside the window on the third floor was an old Taoist priest with a sword floating in the air, waving a wine gourd in one hand and a shining cyan jade bead in the other, and greeted Chen Ding with a smile: "Hello, little brother. "

The frustrated Chen Ding cheered up: "Hi senior, I don't know who you are looking for?"

The old Taoist smiled and looked into the room: "I was entrusted to find my half-race nephew."

Zhan Qiubai immediately sat up straight, the green snake in his palm was still gnawing at him tirelessly.

Chen Ding was at a loss for a moment: "You mean, Chunshan?"

The old Taoist nodded, and stepped into the inn room through the window. The blue jade ball bounced to the little green snake and hung on its head.The silly little guy stopped biting his elder brother, and stared at Yuzhu with his mouth wide open.

It looked at the jade beads, and the old Taoist bent down to look at it, beaming with delight: "It really looks like his father!"

Zhan Qiubai thought to himself: ... Can you see this?

The old Taoist looked at the silly snake lovingly, stood up and took a sip of wine, changed his face, blew his beard and stared, and said, "By the way, don't be too prodigal when you are out and about! The inn at the foot of Baiyong Mountain, how many of you are old?" After making a fuss, he patted his ass and left, without returning the loss to the shopkeeper before leaving, so that I lost 900 taels of money as soon as I inquired about it!"

"...Ah?" Chen Ding blushed, "This, this, I'm really sorry >Ren<."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, and drink nine hundred pots of wine less." The old Taoist sighed and took a sip of the wine gourd, and then said something that shocked Chen Ding:

"Where's that kid Zhou Ke?" The old Taoist looked around, "Stinky boy, Master is here, come out to fight!"

In the imperial palace, the priest on the tree pushed the mask onto his head, snapped his fingers, and immediately lit a cluster of small candles on his fingertips.He jumped down from the tree, and the floating candles floated in front of Chu Jun and Qingwu.

The priest bowed to them: "Your Highness, sir, when my candle burns out, it will be the time of sunrise. I'll go outside first, you two..."

He pulled off the mask pinned to his head, smiling heartily: "Don't give up, both of you."

Chu Jun bent down: "Priest, thank you very much."

The priest smiled, put on his mask, turned around and walked out.Under the dim starlight and candlelight, behind him seemed to be the shadow of a dragon.

Qingwu watched him leave in a daze, and the next second Chu Jun hugged him and turned around, not telling him to look at anything else: "Look at me."

"...Let me go down."

Prince Chu ignored him, carried him to the trunk of the tree, sat down against the back of the tree, still holding Qingwu in his arms.

"It's almost dawn." Chu Jun rubbed his head and sighed with a smile, "Let me hold you to watch the sunrise."

Qingwu's ears are filled with the heartbeat and breathing of mortals, which is as warm as a ball of fire, which makes the dryad feel scared, but also reluctant to part with this rare scorching heat.

He pressed against his shoulder and trembled slightly: "Success, look at the sunrise, don't look at me."

The prince put him in his arms and rubbed him: "Don't be afraid, there are priests outside to deal with it. Even if it must be chopped down, I will block it for you first."

Qingwu sneered: "Heavenly thunder can't strike mortals, what are you blocking? Youzhi, maybe when you lower your head, you will see a scorched branch..."

Chu Jun took him out, used the simplest method to make him shut up, and only let him go after a long while.

"Shhh." Chu Jun pressed his forehead, and the fallen leaves on the giant tree were swaying one after another, and the stars spread like fireflies, and every bit of light that entered his eyes was like a cluster of fire.

"I went to hell and saw some of your past memories."

Breathing intertwined within a short distance, Qingwu's eyes were stained with water vapor, and he obediently let him caress: "What did you see?"

"It was a very monotonous and peaceful time." Chu Jun rubbed the tip of his nose, "Day after day, the four seasons cycle, the only variable is, I see that you have two old friends. One has a more vivid memory, and it is a beautiful red fox. The other has an outline. It's blurry, I can only see a mass of burning fire, who is that?"

Who is it?

Qingwu was in a daze.

His body is a phoenix tree, and when he has practiced quietly for a thousand years, a big turkey with flames flew down from the sky, perched on his branch, and pecked away the fruit he had worked so hard to bear.

So he took shape for the first time, summoned up his courage and reasoned with the beast: "Crooked, the fruit I finally borne, it's not right for you to eat it for no reason..."

The big turkey was quiet for a while with the sycamore fruit in its mouth, and finally swallowed it with a gulp.

Moreover, the flames on its body suddenly swelled fiercely, and the phoenix monster under the tree thought that the beast was angry, and was so frightened that it wanted to turn around and run away, but because of its laziness, its mind said "run quickly", and its feet said "take your time".

So, by accident, he stayed under the tree and watched the transformation of the big turkey.

There was a gust of summer wind from the flames, so bright that he almost lost his eyesight.

When he opened his eyes, the eye-catching flames turned into lines on his chest, and the tall gods landed in front of him. The wind was still curling the ends of his hair, making the red flame lines between his brows faintly visible.

Qingwu has never seen such an eye-catching red, so that he can't remember the specific appearance of that face, including what he said, because he just appears, and the sense of existence is unparalleled.

He only remembered the burning sensation in his eyes, rumbling over the silent wilderness, burning every blade of grass in his path.

It was not until a long time later that he saw some of that feeling in the red fox demon who broke in.

Who is it?

The prince watched his empty expression, and gently ran his hands along his back.Gently and leisurely waiting for his memory.

"A fire bird." Qingwu narrowed his eyes, "I haven't seen it for a long time, that fire..."

Not only sycamore.

It is a phoenix.

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The author has something to say:

I left it at home the day before yesterday and accidentally broke a not-so-strong but comfortable iron chair...

After much deliberation, I placed an order for an electronic scale.